Memories Muted Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Awful of them crowding my solitude,
Sinking me flood-like, forcing me to brood,
Touching me bare ere hiding hind a ridge,
Then plunging me with waxing tidal sea,
And when I walk across a longish bridge
There's no way still to feel easy,
The flood pushing me back,
It's hard my way to track,
And in a crowd of one I feel all nude.
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And suddenly they vanish from my life,
Nor block my way, nor flood, nor give me strife,
Nor my solitude cramp,
Nor light up a vain lamp,
To slice them off I've found a butcher's knife.
They no more throttle me,
Duly bottled they be,
And I've learnt mow not to let them go rife.
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Musings | 03.09.14 |